The Game

A bash on the head
just
     one
that's all it took
knocked out
bagged, loaded in the car
tossed in a room
squashed up in a box.

contained
I am contained in a
small knife jabbing
Box...
get out
if you can

                           I can feel the air cutting out my circulation
                           this is a sick physco, method playing game
                           how..how do you expect me

to get out?

   I am running out of time
there's no way out
no solution
death is the only Resolution

I can already feel the air getting
polluted
polluted with toxins and breath gagging fumes

30 seconds...30 seconds
I look at my watch
close my eyes
that last words i hear before I die is


                                "Do You Want To Play A Game?"
-K.C